Page 32 of Under His Heel

“Why d’you keep wanting to talk to me?” Alex finally asked. He swallowed the last of the first protein bar and opened the second one.

Parsons took a seat next to Alex and kind of looked up at the ceiling. “Dunno. It feels like the right thing to do. Like, it was shitty of you to knock me out, but after I’ve seeing how the captain is with you...” He paused and looked around the room, then lowered his voice. “Nobody deserves to get treated like that, is all.”

That made Alex laugh, and Parsons gave him a confused look. ‘Deserved’? What did that have to do with anything? But he didn’t say that to Parsons. He ate the third protein bar and drank half the water bottle in one go.

“So, um, can I ask how you ended up a bondservant?” Parsons didn’t look at Alex while he asked, and Alex found himself annoyed by that.

“How did you end up on this ship?” he countered.

He didn’t actually expect Parsons to answer, but of course he did. “Got the contract about a year ago. I’d been working on a different freighter, but a buddy of mine told me there was a job opening here, and they paid a lot better than my old employer. The trips are a bit longer, which sucks, but overall it’s worth it. It was a huge pay bump.”

“And as a side benefit, you get to harass me,” Alex muttered.

“Huh?”

“Tracht told you about the bondservants, right? And you saw the guy before me?”

“Yeah. Never caught his name. But he looked way happier than you do.”

That again. No way was Alex putting up with that pity. He drank the last of the water and stood. “Whatever. I have to go.” Probably a good time to head back anyway, before Tracht started wondering what was taking Alex so long in the gym.

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Tracht had Alex immobilized on his stomach, rope tying his wrists to his ankles, and was gently fingering him when he asked, “Hmm… so what will it be tonight, Alex? I have leftovers from a very delicious steak dinner. Or shall I actually take you over the edge?”

Oh god. Alex’s cock wasn’t even caged, just tied with the same smooth rope that was keeping his limbs from moving, so the orgasm felt like it was just around the corner. One more push—

Steak sounded good. Alex loved a well-prepared steak. But he’d had those three protein bars earlier, and his stomach, while not full, wasn’t growling at him either. He could last until morning without food.

“Orgasm. Please. Please,” Alex cried out.

Tracht pulled his fingers out of Alex. He didn’t say anything, and the silence stretched so long that Alex opened his eyes and twisted enough to look at him.

“Really? Orgasm?” Tracht asked.

Wait—was this a trick? But now that he’d said it, Alex had no intention of backing out. “Yes! I can’t—My balls hurt all the f—all the time.”

“Hmm. All right.” Tracht undid the rope around Alex’s dick and then had Alex roll over onto his back. Alex’s thighs splayed open, his cock bobbing in the air.

Alex groaned when Tracht shoved his finger back in, and he didn’t even care about all the pathetic moans and other noises he made as Tracht wrapped his other hand around Alex’s cock and started giving him a handjob.

It took around ten seconds for Alex to come all over Tracht’s hands. The pleasure was astounding, two weeks worth of built up frustration finally resolving, robbing Alex’s breath and overwhelming him. He’d never come so hard in his life. This was what people meant when they said they “saw stars” as they came.

He didn’t protest when Tracht brought his splooge-covered palm up to Alex’s mouth and made him lick it clean.

And then the hands wrapped around Alex’s cock again.

“I wonder how many orgasm are in you right now?” Tracht murmured. He started tugging, playing with Alex’s foreskin, a touch too rough on Alex’s still sensitive cock. Alex wanted to shift away, but tied up the way he was, he was trapped.

“You haven’t ejaculated in… something around thirteen days? That isn’t even that long. Not even a full month. But I suppose you probably have at least one orgasm per day in you, young as you are. We should get you all caught up. Right now.”

What? Alex shook his head and tried to protest. He couldn’t—that wasn’t even possible, was it? Thirteen all at once? But Tracht’s fingers kept pounding his prostate, and the other hand was expertly stroking his cock, like Tracht was some high-class hooker who wanted to get her client off as quickly as possible. Alex’s cock was caught somewhere between trying to fall soft and getting forced back to hardness, a weird in-between sensation that was so uncomfortable that Alex couldn’t help trying to squirm away.

The second orgasm was somehow more intense than the first one even, and Alex felt shaky after it. He moaned in relief when Tracht let go of him afterwards.

He should have known though.

Tracht left Alex alone for all of five minutes, and when he came back he had a fleshlight and a butt plug in hand. “Let’s get you set up for the night, Alex.”

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